I’m going to talk about travelling. It’s something I have always loved from an early age. Experiencing a new culture, stepping into someone else’s shoes and seeing the world from a whole new perspective is a gift. To travel is to see a place unlike anything you have seen before, to understand the deep history behind an object or a building; to feel humbled by how vast the world is in comparison to the tiny little life you have known as a child growing up and rollerblading around your cul-de-sac. The world has so much to offer and some of us can’t get enough of it. Oh, how I love to travel!
Travel isn’t just about the places you go, it’s also about the connections you make with others you meet along the way. When you meet someone who has grown up in a completely different world to you, something changes within you. Your mind opens and you start to re-think some of the opinions you may have had and then begin to wonder why you had them in the first place. You empathise, you grow and you change. You can also make friends who you hope to have for life and not know if your paths will ever cross again.
Then you move on. Keeping pictures, videos and memories with you to show loved ones at home so they might get an insight into what you’ve experienced. However, the sad part is that only you and the people you were with will understand that time in your life; and you will never be able to re-create the time you had with them again.
You come home, back to reality. Only reality isn’t the same. Why does your trip now feel like a dream? It happened and it was your reality! Your friends and family can’t wait to hear all about it when you get home but soon time passes and they lose interest. Which is fine. So why does it feel like you never left? Can’t everyone see how you’ve changed? How you’ve grown?
The only comparison I can make is this. Remember your last day of school? The tears, the hugs, the excitement and the fear? You know you will no longer have these people around you every day. You have no clue what the future will feel like. It’s exciting and terrifying at the same time. Now imagine feeling like that again. And again. And again.
Still, off you go again, creating new memories, making more and more connections which (good and bad) changes you little by little. I guess that’s why they call it the travel bug; it’s a never ending itch, a desire to be constantly inspired.
To travel is a privilege and a gift. I know I can’t do it forever and I know that not everyone will understand what I’ve been through. But that’s OK! I know I will never let myself forget. This time in my life is for me and I would not change a thing.
The travel bug can be a bugger at times. Don’t let it bug you, just get out there and see the world! Do it for you and only you. Your future self will thank you for it. Trust me.